pj harvey - let england shake
31/05/12 - a day + night in Barcelona with Buffy Sainte-Marie. A true original, a true artist and the true originator of singer/songwriting + fearlessness in the music industry. her album “illuminations” was the main reason my “wind in the wires” sounds how it does + her work remains forever a great inspiration to me. I hope for those who don’t know of her music, now is the time to explore and expand your hearts + minds. <3 Heres to unexpected days of illumination we must hold + live on for… xx PW
An essential part of music is to connect with our shared inner feelings, to recognize the connections, and know that you’re not alone. I like to think of it as the old metaphor of two ships at sea. We flash our signal lights as we pass one another. It makes life less lonely. It’s wired into us.
— wendy carlos
— wendy carlos
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JOAN OF ARC
January 6, 1412 - May 30, 1431
She is the embodiment of vision and sacrifice. Both lie within us. We are all blessed and, at times, deeply tested. And she is our little beacon. She belongs to every young girl whose heart is unfurling. She belongs to those sacrificing for what they believe in. She belongs to the truthful child, the visionary, the humble laborer bent in prayer. She is not to be appropriated by any faction, any political party. She is not to be exploited. No banner can be charged with her name. She once had a banner and it was taken from her. She had armor and a sword and they were taken from her. She was led to the flames with nothing but her truth. Her ashes were scattered in the Seine so that the people could not have them. But the people have something greater than her ashes. They have her deeds, her innocence, and her truth, that could not be extinguished by fire.
(by patti smith)
28.05.2012
the irrepressibles - arrow (single out today)
we
wouldn’t
fail
but
be
anything
else
but
real
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patti smith - boy cried wolf
they drew him from the forest
like they draw blood
tied him to a tree like st. sebastian
and he turned his head and let the arrows fly
through the trees the trees
the ornamental leaves
in the ancient mould they’re dancing down
calling to the moon but it don’t answer
and they fell on their knees and passed the bowl around
and the blood the blood the sacramental blood
i am the body i am the stream
i am the wake of everything
they bring me flowers that are myself
garlands of blood that are myself
slain the lamb that is himself
lost received retrieved
the human tide
innocence had its day
Well, of course it does. Because it puts me in a really bad mood. And usually I transform it, and I get out of being angry. I never stop. Never. I never go off the stage. But now I think what I’m going to have to do is hire a couple of guys to pound the shit out of people who make a sound while I’m playing.
— diamanda galás (Is that something that really influences the performance?)
— diamanda galás (Is that something that really influences the performance?)
